「GHOULFACE」は、暗くシネマティックなスラッシャー調のホラー映画ポスターです。ひび割れた白い文字に赤い血のしみと長い滴りがあり、その下には霧のかかった夜道、灯る街灯、金網フェンス、水たまりに落ちた白い仮面が広がります。タイトルを自分の名前や映画タイトルに差し替えて、キャッチコピー、クレジット、公開日も変えれば、オリジナルのホラーポスターが作れます。

Cinematic horror movie title typography. The scene dominates -- letterforms exist inside a complete horror world, not placed in front of a background. CINEMATIC HORROR RULES (apply to every shot): - Single light source. Psychologically wrong origin: a bulb too dim, daylight too harsh, a glow with no identifiable source. One light. Hard edges. - Extreme tonal contrast: deep shadow occupies at least 60% of the frame. The darkness is not empty -- it contains the threat. - Negative space is active: what is NOT shown is more frightening than what is shown. Leave room for the unseen. - The camera angle is wrong: slightly too low, too close, or canted in a way that creates unease. - NOT balanced composition. NOT safe. NOT studio light. NOT neutral background. ATMOSPHERE: physical presence, not decorative effect. Fog has weight and source. Dust is disturbed by something. The air itself carries wrong information. LETTER SURFACE FALLBACK (when font defines no specific material): Letters carry the evidence of horror -- surfaces show dried blood seepage along crack lines, rust oxidation staining, decay marks, or age damage. NOT clean. NOT neutral. The letters have been through something. A rain-slicked suburban street at Halloween night — camera angle canted five degrees clockwise and dropped to knee height, looking up the cracked asphalt toward a single amber streetlight 30 meters ahead, its cone cutting through dense ground fog. Dead leaves spiral through the beam in slow rotation. 'Ghoulface' in massive corroded letterforms dominates the upper frame, letter surfaces carrying dried blood seepage along deep crack lines, rust oxidation bleeding outward from each stroke, dark crimson pooling in the negative space between characters. The street behind and below the letters: 80% consumed by absolute black, darkness pressing forward from both sides of the frame. A chain-link fence runs along the right edge, partially illuminated, casting long diagonal shadows. One lit window in a distant house — yellow, too far away to help. Letter surfaces reflect no warmth — the only light catching them is the cold amber cone from below, carving hard shadows upward into each letterform. Foreground: a discarded Halloween mask face-up on the wet asphalt, eyes dark and hollow, partially submerged in a puddle that reflects the streetlight as a smeared orange streak. The negative space above the letters is not empty — it presses down. No balanced composition. No safe angles.